I’d like to find and lose the philosopher’s stone. Make love and never lose control. Remove a great number of living beings with impunity. Afterward resuscitate a very small number of the dead.
Giving art a cheerful middle finger
Dissecting the 'new woman' through collage
Enchanted spaces in the city of Nietzsche
A bad time to be an artist in the Baltics
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